"Hahaha... looks like those little runts were pretty furious!"
Murong Qing stood with his arms folded across his chest, his expression teasing and his eyes full of laughter. Then he turned toward Old Chen curiously.
"Say, why did that old bastard suddenly act like a different person? In the past, he would've tried to fight you to the death after you provoked him like that. Tsk, tsk...!"
"He wouldn't dare!"
Old Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head as he spoke.
"Oh?"
Murong Qing looked at Old Chen with a hint of confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.
"His strength has already started declining!"
Seeing that the others also looked puzzled, Old Chen continued explaining quietly.
"If my senses are right, Moriyama Yeren has pretty much reached his absolute limit. Without something like the Eternal Night Church's divine baptism to help him, he'll never be able to break through."
"He has very little time left to live. It's only his formidable strength that's keeping him alive, but once his strength falls below a certain point, he'll truly be at the end of the road. That's why he doesn't dare make a move casually now. He knows he'd have to go all out to fight me, and when that happens... hehe...!"
Old Chen chuckled coldly. Although he didn't spell it out, understanding appeared on everyone's faces. Not a single person in their group was weak, so naturally, they understood what he meant.
"Tsk, tsk... so that old bastard is afraid of dying too!"
Murong Qing spat disdainfully.
"Don't criticize him. Aren't we just the same?"
Nan Gong Wuwei casually interjected from the side, instantly taking the wind out of Murong Qing's sails. Murong Qing curled his lip and glared fiercely at him.
"Listen, you old bastard Nan Gong,